"Boom, boom, boom......" The sound of a spoon slamming on the table sounded, and the deaconess on the left looked at the team and said irritably:

"Queue up, queue up, look at what line you dead cubs are lining up, crooked! Why don't you hurry up and get me in line? Otherwise, you won't want to eat breakfast today...... There must be rules and regulations everywhere, and you wastes can only learn some rules and regulations......"

Hanzhang saw that in the middle of the front of the team, the part that had just protruded slightly to the right was quickly adjusted by several children—twisted to the left.

Then I saw the deacon propping up the spoon on the table, and after a pause, he seemed to be satisfied, and then he scolded and scolded twice before continuing to add rice.

Soon the line in front of Hanzhang shortened, and only one boy remained.

The boy reached forward with a plate, and saw the deacon's spoon pounded three times, and the food flew wildly!

Although some of them spilled on the table outside, the first meal and two dishes mainly fell on the boy's plate, and then the deacon stomped the spoon on the table, and motioned for the boy to quickly take the meal and walk away.

The boy stared at one of the basins in front of the deacon with fried fish, and said:

"No, didn't you say that there were three or three dishes in the morning?"

The middle-aged female deacon immediately glared at her and said:

"Are you leaving?"

The boy was so frightened that his neck shrank, so he had to take the plate and turn around to the fried fish three times and leave!

When it was Hanzhang's turn, he saw that the deacon's rice spoon was pounded four times in a row, and the first thing to pound was the brightly colored fried fish!

The boy who hadn't gone far gave her a jealous glare before leaving.

Hanzhang turned around with a plate, and walked to an empty table and chair in the center of the dining hall to eat, accompanied by the continuous sound of the two deacons behind him adding fancy rice.

Looking at the breakfast of two meat and one vegetable in front of him: a fish, a stir-fried meat with seasonal vegetables, a soup dish, and even the white rice are all crystal plump.

If it weren't for the fact that the process of receiving the meal was too embarrassing, she would have felt that the food in this dining hall was actually good.

Thoughts flashed, and Han Zhang unhurriedly took a handful of food and slowly put it in his mouth, but the taste in his mouth was in contrast to the two disgusting sounds.

Not only is the food not unpalatable, but the taste is also remarkable.

I heard that the cooking process of the food in the canteen of this small courtyard is standardized according to the rules and standards, and the taste of the natural food is also guaranteed.

But because the hall kept echoing with those two dry voices, he felt that there was a little less taste when he chewed the food in his mouth.

She glanced over the children around her and saw that their situation seemed even worse.

One by one, they ate delicious meals but their faces were numb, and their expressions more or less revealed a bit of carelessness and lovelessness.

It was as if eating was not a taste for them, but just an essential part of life.

Hanzhang retracted his gaze and ate seriously, but when she finally ate a little heartily, she heard a heavy footstep behind her getting closer and closer, and before she could turn her head, the footsteps had already reached her front.

As a shadow flickered across the dining table, a handsome teenage boy with a gloomy face sat across from her.

This boy Hanzhang knew him, and he was a classmate named Fu Sui, who was in the same level as her and went to school in the same learning room.

In this small miscellaneous courtyard, there are school-age students from six to twenty years old, so according to the model of the spiritual college, the students are divided into three teaching levels according to different age groups:

Low-level segment, intermediate segment, advanced segment.

The lower grades cover the widest range of ages, from 6 to 12 years old, the intermediate grades range from 13 to 16 years old, and the rest of the older grades are placed in the upper grades.

Students in each grade were divided into two study rooms to be taught by the deacons.

Han Zhangfen was taught in the No. 2 teaching room of the lower section, and belonged to the younger students in it, and the boy named Fu Sui belonged to the oldest student in their learning room.

And maybe other children don't know, but with Hanzhang's experience, they clearly know that although this Fu Sui looks at his movements with dexterity, his legs are absolutely fake, and they are connected with a spirit weapon.

That's why he always makes heavier footsteps than others when he walks.

I don't know what the story of this boy is, in this world where psionic medicine has reached the point where he can create a pair of real legs at will, but he continues to walk on two prosthetic legs.

The point is, two artificial spirit prosthetic legs are worth much more than two waste real legs!

However, in this world, I don't know how many bizarre stories will happen every day, and Hanzhang himself has even more bizarre stories, so where will he be curious about other people's stories.

She felt the scent of the figure opposite, looked up from her plate, and glanced around.

Seeing that although there were already a large number of people in the dining hall at this time, it was not that there was not even an empty table.

I don't know why, this Fu didn't sit on the empty table and chair, but he wanted to squeeze opposite her.

Hanzhang slowly chewed the food in his mouth, and a few pictures of the old man dealing with people on weekdays flashed in his mind, and he suddenly felt that the two of them sitting so close seemed to have something to say.

So a smile appeared on her originally expressionless face, and she nodded lightly to the person opposite.

It's a pity that the person opposite doesn't exist at all, with a constipated face, just gritting his teeth and gnawing on the food in front of him, as if he has some deep hatred for these meals.

That eating appearance is really unappetizing when you see it!

However, although Hanzhang ended up with a scene of wrong love for a while, she neither minded nor felt embarrassed, she only glanced at the other party and lowered her head and continued to concentrate on eating her own food.

Lao Detou said, "It is not easy to think about where a porridge and a meal come from, and it is difficult to think about the material resources of half a thread and half a thread", which means that she has to be grateful for whether she is eating or using it!

The thought flashed, and Hanzhang suddenly felt that the food on the plate was more fragrant, and her eating state became more hearty!

After a while, as the students in the cafeteria rushed outside like a fish after finishing breakfast, Hanzhang also swallowed the last bite of food and went with the current.

The most stressful time of the day for the students in the small courtyard is the morning.

First, because they have to fight against the warm bed, and get up before the rules of the miscellaneous courtyard stipulate that they will be punished, otherwise they will not only be punished if they are caught by the deacon, but also delay the time for breakfast;

The second is that breakfast in the canteen is only served for two quarters of an hour, and it is served from the first quarter of the year and stops on time at the third quarter of the hour.

In these two quarters of an hour, more than 300 students in the compound had to finish their meals, so there was not much time for the children to eat with peace of mind, except for the time spent waiting in line to receive the meals.

Third, students must also arrive in the teaching room before the morning hour to attend the morning class, if they are late, it is inevitable to say less scolding and insulting.

There is still a long distance between the canteen and the study room. It takes a lot of time to walk through.